Chapter 761: 831: Funeral
In the Desert, Hong Xiangjun had been dealing with the people of the Nu Woer Tribe for many days.
For the people of the Nu Woer Tribe, Hong Xiangjun had transford from a stranger into a familiar face.
However, Dong Huiying seldom ca out since she had to take anesthetic pills every day to suppress the "addiction" in her body, and she had previously agreed with Liang Haoming, so during these days, Liang Haoming almost beca her human chair.
The two were constantly together, like conjoined twins, an inseparable unit.
Of course, her initial intention of taking the anesthetic pills was to avoid getting too carried away, just in case she drained Liang Haoming too harshly, which could harm his health. But a little fooling around was still acceptable.
Therefore, they could still look forward to their nightlife.
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One day, a woman nad "Mu Lu" approached Hong Xiangjun.
"Hong, our leader will be buried tomorrow, and you cannot stay here anymore," she said.
"Ah?"
Mu Lu explained, "It’s not that we’re driving you away, just shifting you for a while. Tomorrow, we will carry the leader’s body to the sands. We, the people from The Outside, are born in the Desert, grow up in the Desert, and after death, we must also be buried in the sands." And during this process, the area must be cleared.
Hong Xiangjun understood, "Okay, we’ll pack up and move as soon as possible to avoid blocking your way tomorrow."
When Hong Xiangjun relayed this news to Dong Huiying, the young girl calculated, "Considering how long it has been and how hot the desert days are, the corpse of the Nu Woer must have decomposed by now?"
Hong Xiangjun grimaced, about to complain, but then the young girl suddenly added, "However, this provides us with an opportunity."
"An opportunity?" Hong Xiangjun paused.
The young girl’s lips curved up, "Haven’t you been wanting to find Hong Wenbin? Although the tribe is usually heavily guarded, and you could only interact with outsiders these past days, tomorrow would be a good chance to make your move."
Dong Huiying pondered again, "Tomorrow, during Nu Woer’s burial, there will be a funeral procession. I’m not very familiar with local customs, but in Dayuan, it’s common for husbands to follow the funeral if their wives have passed. If Brother Hong is in tomorrow’s procession, we can secretly follow and find a chance to et him. And if he’s left behind in the tribe, that would be even more convenient."
Hong Xiangjun’s eyes brightened. "Yes, why didn’t I think of that? I need to ask more questions! Getting clear information will help us make our move!"
Anxious, Hong Xiangjun rushed outside. The young girl, considering things more thoroughly, stopped Hong Xiangjun, "Wait, take sothing with you. It doesn’t look good to go empty-handed."
"Ha," Hong Xiangjun laughed, but her heart filled with gratitude. The trinkets she gave to Mu Lu and others these past days, sotis sweet-slling balms or soft ointnts, were all made by the young girl.
She did not take this for granted. She acknowledged this kindness in her heart and secretly resolved that she would go through fire and water for the young girl if she ever needed help in the future!
Hong Xiangjun took so gifts to "bribe" Mu Lu and obtained so information through indirect inquiries from her.
The next day.
Before dawn, the funeral procession set out.
In the middle of the procession were several dozen n draped in white linen.
These n walked barefoot in the Desert, their hands bound with iron chains, and their feet locked in heavy fetters.
This seed to be to prevent the n from escaping.
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